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Story of a Flower – Beautiful and Inspiring

I'm opening up! But can't see much yet... Are you wondering which color I would grow into?

Wow, this Earth is so beautiful and I'm a part of it. What do you think about me?

I love the blue sky and the clouds too! You are so lucky to see it everyday.

Why are you looking at me so closely? Am I that pretty? ;)

I'm enjoying the company of other flowers, they make the world more beautiful. You too must be having friends, right?

It left us for ever and taught us that death is certain for all who have come to this world...

I know I'm not pretty anymore, but I lived a beautiful life and made a difference in the world, and it doesn't matter if it was a small one! You must do the same, it feels good. Goodbye.. :)

Are you sad for me? Here is one poem about me, just for you! Do read it for it will surely cheer you up. :)

I am a kind word uttered and repeated
By the voice of Nature;
I am a star fallen from the
Blue tent upon the green carpet.
I am the daughter of the elements
With whom Winter conceived;
To whom Spring gave birth; I was
Reared in the lap of Summer and I
Slept in the bed of Autumn.
At dawn I unite with the breeze

To announce the coming of light;
At eventide I join the birds
In bidding the light farewell.
The plains are decorated with

My beautiful colors, and the air
Is scented with my fragrance.
As I embrace Slumber the eyes of

Night watch over me, and as I
Awaken I stare at the sun, which is
The only eye of the day.
I drink dew for wine, and hearken to

The voices of the birds, and dance
To the rhythmic swaying of the grass.
I am the lover’s gift; I am the wedding wreath;

I am the memory of a moment of happiness;
I am the last gift of the living to the dead;
I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.
But I look up high to see only the light,

And never look down to see my shadow.
This is wisdom which man must learn.

What a beautiful story it is. You have such patience to wait for all these moment be captured in your lens. Thats lovely. The poem is apt too, for it describes what we never gave importance too, just because its a FLOWER.

It actually describes LIFE in its most basic sense. Even we all go through similar phases a flower does, though sometimes we completely forget to live and make a difference. Most people just ignore life’s true sense and the beauty around.

This was indeed a treat to the eyes. Firstly because Hibiscus Sinensis is one of my favorite flowers. Secondly, I got reminded of Kumaran Asan – the philosopher poet from Kerala who shot into international acclaim with his poem – Veena Poovu (fallen/whithered flower) in which he uses the same allegory to show the transitions of the mortal world.
Chanced upon your blog, but really happy that I was here. Tc.

what a beautiful photo story, Nandini! thanks for sharing.
i, too, love flowers in all their seasons.
this actually reminds me of a vacation with some friends in a wonderful place where there was unfortunately so much air pollution that i was feeling physically ill – while at the same time enjoying the beauty all around me. one day as we were walking, i noticed a wilted rose lying on the ground. and as we passed it, its fragrance, even in its very late season, was so refreshing that it provided momentarily relief. an unforgettable moment which came to mind once again during my visit here. may you have a relaxing weekend, Chris

Some moments never leave their trace from our minds even if we don’t remember them that well, and then all of a sudden those beautiful moments pop out when we least expect them. That’s when we realize and feel truly how we are blessed by the nature and how it unveils its wonders at certain times. Thank you for sharing your small yet wonderful story with me. I’m really happy you liked my post.

wow, such a lovely documentation. thank you for sharing your interpretation of hibiscus. i’ve never seen this version. mine was a Texas star hibiscus, if you’re wondering. thank you for your compliments!